Maisie
Her voice was dark and coaxing, pulling me along in a tale I could almost picture.
"I met Auguste then. He was one of her suitors. No. Actually. He was trying to get her out. He was trying to marry her. I thought he was an idiot. It was clear as day that it didn't matter how much money you threw at Seraphine, it would never be enough for her. She was an addict. Addicted to the drugs. Addicted to the sex. Addicted to anything that drove her high. Eventually, he stopped trying."
She took another long drink. "And she fell pregnant." I thought I saw a slight tremor to her fingers. "For many months, she tried to get rid of it, but I suppose Quinlan was stubborn. And nine months later, she gave birth to him in that filthy place."
